now that the parade has vanishednow that the sounds and the joy has evaporatedinto ancient historywe were all onenow we're nowhere to be foundshattered into a million tiny piecesindistinguishableunfamiliarunremarkableunfathomableto think that we were kingsin this dirty jacketin these worn out clothesstood a piece of the puzzlethe mob in full forceforcing the direction of the tidetaking hold of all that was sacredstanding on mountain topsclaiming all the worlds treasuresand then,from concrete to sandfrom tall structures to foot printshieroglyphicsmispronounced and misinterpretednothing of what it waseverything must begin anewto everything an endingto everything remorseto everything, shattered mirrors and burnt out candlesto everything no more